Cruel Mercy Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

I got up my seat picked up my bag and reluctantly made my way out once again checking her empty seat out. I and Jes were seated in our seats. Jes was doing something on her phone and I was driving us home but however my mind was still stuck at Amara.. Her crying face printed in my brain haunting me every second but what scared me most was Troy. He could be close to her and make her smile while I was the one hurting her every single time. I hated it.. I hated the distance between us.. but why? why do I even care.

Maybe this is indeed destiny that Adrian has started liking her? When Linda saw Adrian walking out with Emily, she also quickly followed her. Despite the fact that Adrian was Edward in his past life, Linda couldn’t overlook the fact that the same person was the king of mischief and Cruelty in this life! There were almost no crime other than theft and Murder that Adrian Ford didn’t commit! Hence Linda was really worried about Emily and wanted to look out for her.

Inside Damien scanned the room for her but couldn’t find her, he went out looking for her frantically, he spotted her fighting two rogues with her dress ripped and stained with blood. He got frightened by the sight of blood on her and went to her shifting into his big brown wolf, when he got there he quickly killed the two rogues and mind linked Mercy. ‘sweetheart, are you hurt?’ he asked but Mercy didn’t respond she continued helping the she wolves and pups quickly, Damien went and blocked her way. ‘sweetheart answer me, are you hurt? We can leave now and go home we don’t need to be involved in this it doesn’t concern us.’ When he said that Mercy snapped her head quickly to look at him.

And we’re underground. Wrath stands outside the bars. He hasn’t left since Draven gave the order. Chain them. Or she walks. He chained us. He didn’t lock it. The key is in his boot. His jaw is locked too, grinding on duty versus loyalty, and I don’t envy him the math. “Mother,” he says. Low. Just for me. “You hear that?” I do. Boots. Multiple sets. Fast. Not Alpha tread. Mercy rounds the corner with six wolves. Her broken wrist is in a brace, her other hand holds a D.C. sedation kit. Black fluid. Military grade. The kind they use on ferals they can’t kill clean.

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she rolled her eyes looking uninterested. "Did he think about your feelings when he stabbed your son in your presence? Nor did he have mercy on your when you cried for one?" she paused staring at me. My eyes were not necessarily fixed on hers. "When you accumulate that word called 'mercy' you will end up having vulnerability that will kill you in future. If you want to stick to the vengeful part, then play the role to the fullest. There is nothing like mercy in the heart of Alphas or Luna." her words charged me. Her words arose my horns to fight. Her words reminded me of the last step that I took.

Murdok roared and Rori covered her mouth with her hands as she remembered that Destiny had left to get things for her. Destiny hummed as she tossed another parcel at Calder and turned to the merchant, “is that everything you have on food items from across the vail?” the young enthusiastic troll asked and as the shopkeeper looked her up and down like a feast on legs the spectrul beside her scowled at the almost opaque face of the sloppy merchant standing in front of them, “you will answer the young miss and keep your eyeballs inside your dome… less you find them on the table for bargain.” The swollen, impish looking merchant curled his lip in displeasure but paid no attention to Calder. “your

They were close now—too close. “We’ve been ordered to capture the Blood-Moon Girl,” one of the mercenaries called out, his voice carrying easily through the thick air. “Come out now, and we’ll make it quick. Resist, and we’ll kill you where you stand.” Sera’s breath caught in her throat. They had been found. There was no escaping this now. Caelum stood up slowly, his wings unfurling with a fluid motion, casting a silver glow across the clearing. He stepped into the open, his gaze locked onto the mercenaries with cold, unwavering focus.

I fear the worst. What if they killed Alex? That thought quickly gives way to the opposite. What if Alex killed my friends? I can't stand the thought. The woman chuckles. Dex tries to get through the spell. Growling and gritting his teeth. "I'll make you pay for what your kind did," she says vengefully. She doesn't seem bothered by the fact that Dex is trying to stand up, bit by bit, his legs shaking. When he's almost upright, she twists her wrist and knocks him down again. She steps closer, her gaze fixed entirely on Dex. His gaze briefly darts past her. "What is it you want?" he asks, growling. Before she can answer, a gun goes off.